I Became a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 211

What I was about to do was nothing spectacular.

I took the Thunder God's Stone out of the cube for the first time in a long time.

Just holding it in my hand, it emitted a tremendous current of electricity, like a crystal ball in a fortune-telling shop.

Even with my armor, Midas' gloves, and Aura protection, I could feel my fingers tingling.

-Master? Now what.

"Alohomora!"

Chizik! Kwazizik!

The electromagnetic boards emitted a strange sound along with sparks as I threw the Thunder God's Stone' at the door.

"It's done."

-Is this real?"

"Alohomora, are you ignoring me?"

The only problem with these electronics is the keyhole, butwho am I? I must be the Aura Master's apprentice.

"Let's seeI stick some aura in here, let it harden, press here, and then turn it!"

Snap.

"Voila."

This is how I maneuver my aura to clear the keyhole.

At the same time, the heavy door slowly began to move with a rattling sound.

-This is real.

"This is real magic. Isn't it?"

Actually, this technique is only available in a few places, but it can also be used in the Pendragon Mansion in Korea.

It's one of the places I've robbed like it's a meal, so it's not surprising.

- It doesn't make sense that something like this would be able to break through the security.

"It looks like this, but it's so valuable."

It was actually in charge of a faction on Jeju Island, so it's pretty rare.

"Now, let's take a look at the real' safe."

A safe that should have contained the most valuable and expensive items in the mansion.

It contained.

"?"

"?"

"Huh?"

***

Lee Haru had had one thing on her mind lately.

She was worried about Eugene Han Corleone, the eldest son of the Corleone Family, that her family is worshiped.

He's changed a lot.

This is what Eugene Han Corleone was like for Haru.

He flirted with everyone he met, joked and acted out of place, and seemed to have no understanding of his place in the family, hence his nicknames.

-The Bastard of Corleone.

-A disgrace to Corleone.

-Master of the Scoundrels.

None of which were very nice.

So one day, when she heard that Eugene had been accepted into the Academy, she breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was the master she knew, he would have gotten in somehow through Corleones power.

Even the rumors were true.

A wealthy master put a sniper's bullet through the instructor's head.

He didn't do anything, but got into the academy because of his subordinates.

In the end, he didn't do anything, did he?

She realized that the master she knew had gotten in.

Until the day was over.

He's changed.

She didn't realize how much her thoughts had changed in just one day.

That he would come to her as soon as he entered the academy? Well, that was to be expected. She had expected him to come to her if he needed help in the first place.

But then he offered her a deal.

He offered to solve her problems and create a gold club' for her.

And being a businessman, it was an offer she couldn't refuse.

Yes, that wretch, the disgrace of Corleone, had made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

From then on Eugene began to reveal himself in a completely different light.

A man who could lead people with a competence that no one else could see.

He became strong enough to single-handedly terrorize others.

In just one day, he wrote a new chapter in the Academy's history.

And that change changed more than just Haru herself, it changed many things within Corleone.

-From a childish kid to eldest son.

From a fool to a successor.

-From child to Corleone.

Haru clenched her jaw lightly, slowly taking in the image of Eugene still playing on the screen.

-Magical Heart! Blast!

Eugene laid down the burden of being Corleones successor.

-Alohomora!

It was closer to the way he'd looked when they'd played in the garden together, back when he was a bully, even before that.

The innocent him.

I wonder if he was overwhelmed by the weight of the succession?

The weight of being the heir to an organization as large as Corleone is certainly not small.

Haru shook her head lightly.

Somehow, working alone with him, she feels a little more understanding and close to him.

It's definitely better to see him so confident.

I'm glad you're feeling brighter.

Anyway

-All right, now let's look at the real vault.

Like a child receiving a birthday present, Eugene's excited voice in her earpiece made Haru smile brightly.

She didn't think it would actually work, but as it turned out, Eugene had ransacked all of Pendragon's vaults.

Yeah, now, if he could just dust off the last remaining vault-

"Huh?"

At that moment, two figures appeared from inside the safe and the candy Haru was holding fell to the floor.

Ray Pendragon and someone who shouldn't still be here.

"Is that me?"

Eugene's current disguiseGalahad, was there.

"Uh, I don't know why that'syou, Master. You need to get out of there right now."

Haru's voice, which had been level-headed up until this point, turned urgent.

"Master, right now"

-Wait.

"?"

-Because the power of friendship and love can overcome any adversity.

Haru's spirits faded.

No, is it too much?

***

I honestly didn't see this coming.

Galahad hadn't even arrived in Korea yet.

"Just calm down and check the information on him again."

-Ah, okay, please, take care of yourself.

"Sure."

With that, I conclude my contact with Haru and turn my attention back to the two in front of me.

Ray, who's looking this way with great interest, and the man next to him, who's chuckling hysterically.

His all-back pompadour slicked back, his wine-colored shirt, and his eyes, a sign of strength that can be read at a glance.

"Is that what others see when they look at me, Master?"

"It's roughly the same, but it's bound to be different.

"Isn't that right?"

The way they talked so casually in front of me, I could tell what they thought of me now.

They think they can deal with me easily.

That's probably how they see it.

The president wouldn't know, but the man he's with deserves it.

One of the current Knights of the Round Table of the House of Pendragon.

One of the ten most powerful men in England.

Apparently, in order to confuse my intelligence network, he's been traveling alone.

But it's a bit of a head scratcher.

I think Ill have to change my plans a bit.

"Well, then, Mr. Thief, I suppose you'll have to tell us a bit about what brought you to House Pendragon."

As he smiled very leisurely and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, I turned my [Clown Makeup] back into Magical Rogue Form.

"Hmm. Is that your true form?"

"Huh, you mean me?"

"Yeah, why don't you say something.?"

"For love, justice, and hope."

"?"

"How can people like you know the will of magic?"

With that, I stood up, clutching the deep pink gloves of Midas in both hands, and called out with all my might.

"Magical Form. Combat Mode."

I slammed my fists together, and sparks flew with a loud bang.

Ray giggled in disbelief at the sight.

"Well, I thought you were good, but you're just a crazy person. I'm stupid for taking this seriously."

He quickly straightens up, then snarls.

"I don't know how the hell you know about Bloody Monday, but once you set your sights on me, you're done."

"If you surrender now, I won't do anything harsh to you, there is such a thing as chivalry."

Galahad shakes his head.

"Chivalry, I don't recognize, unless you're a magical girl."

"You're not one to talk to."

I say, jerking my finger in his direction as he removes his hand from the hilt of his sword.

"Since you won't use a weapon, I won't use one either, so why don't you come in first."

Anyway, this is why I don't like knights.

They don't consider that what they think is polite might be seen as condescending.

Well, this one's not so bad.

I glance in Rays direction before charging at him.

He's sitting back in his chair, sipping his tea like he doesn't care.

His expression already shows that he's convinced that Galahad will win no matter what.

Anyway, you annoying asshole.

You can go fuck yourself.

"By the way, I also stole this recently."

With that, I pulled out an object he recognized from the cube.

"Voila."

Vivian's fountain of youth.

One of the highest-ranked elixirs he'd managed to gather through all the hard work he'd done in the Academy.

"This is yours, right?"

His expression cracked.

"You, you, how did you get it."

"Oh, by the way, I also took the bling-bling piece you put in it."

The glass he's holding begins to shake and his composure is slowly starting to slip away.

The fact that he was using Excalibur's shard at the Academy to create Vivian's Fountain must have been unknown to his family.

"And also"

"You'd better stop running your mouth."

And at this rate, Galahad would tell his family back home.

But why would I do that?

I don't know him.

"Why? I'm the only one who knows where they are."

I giggle, deliberately covering my mouth with my hand, and he stands up.

"Galahad."

"Yes. Master."

"I'll explain later. I want you to kill half of him and drag him in front of me."

You mean putting his life on the line?

"There's something I need to hear from him."

"I'm not particularly inclined, but if you say so, I will."

Okay, that clears step one.

My opponent is "that" Galahad. One of the community's favorite "monsters of the roundtable," and a knight leader-level person with his own knighthood.

In order to overcome this situation, I needed conditions.

So, from here on out, I was going to be a little radical.

"Hey assholes. Do I look like a newbie to you?"

I decided to start by pissing off the two guys in front of me who were talking like they had it all figured out.

With a specialty gem bomb that would do damage even to Dark Spirit.

"Magical Balm."

-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

As a huge explosion occurs, I use aura to defend my body. At the same time, a tremendous wind rushes in the aftermath.

I look in the direction of those who would have been caught in the center of the blast, holding on for dear life.

!

Suddenly, the dust of the sand sliced diagonally, cutting a silver line.

I quickly leaned back, dodging. At the same time, a tremendous sound rang out from behind the vault's door.

"I thought you said you wouldn'tkill me."

The door of the vault, which I had struggled to break through, was torn in half.

"I must have panicked and swung hard, but you're still alive, aren't you?"

Galahad walks out through the smoke, looking a little tanned from the bomb.

In his hand was a longsword, already drawn from its scabbard.

"A sword. I thought you weren't using it."

"Weren't you already using a weapon when you used the bomb?"

"It's magic."

"You're the one who says it's magic."

He dusted himself off a few times, then sheathed his sword again.

"Anyway, I knew it wasn't easy, and it's getting late, so I'd better get this over with."

As he says this, a blue glow begins to gather around his sword.

"My power control is still immature, so you'll have to survive somehow."

The sword emits an ominously loud sound, even though it's just light gathering.

At the same time, a familiar window appeared in front of me.

I smiled at the expected phenomenon and returned the favor.

"Thank you."

"?"

"There is such a thing, asshole."

And with that, the condition was fulfilled.

[Imprint : -Dragon (Emissary of the Immortals): He plunged his dagger into the heart of the one who ruled the Abyssal Flame, and in the midst of a barrage of deadly blows, he drank the blood of the Immortals. He is the emissary of death who brought the Immortals to rest.]

"Magical breath."

The world was engulfed in darkness.